Post by Farrah Cancer on Oct 14, 2008 9:17:02 GMT -5
..::Farrah Erik Cancer::..
OOC Information
OOC Name: Mandi
OOC Age: 19
How long have you been RPing: I've been roleplaying since I was maybe 10 years old, and I'm currently part of two roleplay boards: Be Burtonesque (all based on the films of Tim Burton and Johnny Depp), and Vengeance and Rejection.
Character Information
Characters Full Name:Farrah Erik Cancer
Characters Nick Names: Erik, Rah
Characters Age: Appears 18, but at the moment is in his early 20s in mortal years, as he has recently 'turned'.
Marital Status: Single.
Supernatural/Preternatural Race: Vampire.
What Grade:Senior.
Personality Information
Appearance: Tall and awkward is a good way to describe Farrah's appearance. Golden locks sway in an undetermined path on his crown, with milk-chocolate brown eyes that 'pop' from underneath. His body weight is is normal for a man his size (he's 6'4"), and his skin, although he's avoided the sun recently, remains suntanned, almost reminding him of what he has lost since becoming a vampire. His teeth are a little dingy, not pearly white (due to synthetic blood beverages given to him by his caregivers), and the canines are unpronounced, but all of his teeth are incredibly sharp, for ripping flesh to get at blood.
His hands are above average in size, and are always clammy, no matter what time of day or season it is.
His attire is mostly academic, consisting largely of button-up dress shirts and black pants, with black dress shoes. On days off, you can see him in the same shirts, but un-done a little, with running shoes instead of dress shoes.
Personality Description: He is a softy at heart, and never gives up on a person, if they have the love of living. He is very choosy of whom he takes blood from, only ever drinking from mortals who have no passion for what they do or life itself. He strays from mortals who have something to live for, goals if you will.
Due to being 'turned' by a vampire so early in his life, he had yet to properly mature like all of the other mortal children, and had a bit of a rebellious side when it came to certain authority figures (mostly teachers and people who wished for him to do well in his 'new life'). He was learning, having been in the school for 3 years already, and was just finishing up his studies, to go out into the world as a more educated and refined 'vampyre'.
He, like all of your stereotypical vampires gone past, was a loner, and tended to sit in a familiar place for hours at a time, not doing much but surveying his surroundings. The only difference was that when he had time, he tended to stalk out the women folk of the school, taking in their other wordly attributes and beauty. He was a creep to some, and a gentleman to others. But to himself, he was Farrah.
Likes:
- Women
- Love
- Stalking Women
- Opera
- Costumes and Disguises
Dislikes:
- Certain authority figures
- Short coats/jackets
- Mortal schoolwork
- Pork
- Losing blood
Hobbies:
- Opera
- Draws his own Graphic Novels
- Ball-room dancing
- Ballet
- Creating theatrical costumes, props, and accessories
Strengths:
- His voice
- Muscle Strength
- Photographic memory
Weakness?:
- UV Rays
- Alcohol (ruins his bloodstream)
- Junk Food
Family Information
Parents:
- Jasmine Cancer - 52
- Edward Cancer - 56
Siblings:
- Moira Cancer - 18 *not turned*
Pets:
- N/A.
History: (At Least 200 Words)
'Turned' at the ripe age of 18, Farrah has had a hard life. Between having a sister who was incredibly close to him, shunning him after he was turned by a rogue vampire, to having his parents stick him into East Thornton "for his own good", he hasn't had the best few years. Although he is a 'newbie' at the vampyric race, he is a fast learner and a moral decision maker. He chooses his 'food', and tries to use will power when he's in a bind for blood.
Jasmine, his mother, is a famous painter in Farrah's homeland. She has been commissioned by some of the world's finest leaders, actors, and celebrities. She is world known as a woman who can capture your very essence in a painting, a painting to make you weep with passion. Since Farrah turned, Jasmine has been trying to capture Farrah's essence in a painting, but so far, has not been able to do so. Every canvas she starts, gets burned within a few hours work, due to her own feelings of it 'not doing him justice' and 'it's lacking in the power' she felt whenever she was around her son.
Edward Cancer, Farrah's father, is a business man, working mostly in theatre. He manages a few theatre troupes, and is currently co-writing a libretto for an opera. He travels overseas frequently for work, and has little time to spend with his family, especially his son.
Other Information
RP Sample[Not Optional At Least 200 Words]:
Farrah Cancer sat on the window sill of his dorm, looking out in the school's grounds, bathed in the pale silver moonlight. He had just finished his essay on "Why Plastic Wood Wouldn't Do Anything to a Vampire", and had a homework headache.
His brown eyes peered over into the trees, watching a racoon scout out his family, while making chittering noises. How funny, a animal who seemed to have nothing to be afraid of, was afraid of being alone. Maybe Farrah was similar to a racoon in more ways then one. Farrah had dark circles around his eyes, reminescent of a racoon, he had black stripes on the dress shirt he was wearing, and he feasted on 'garbage' only when it was 'life or death'. Except, Farrah's garbage was the blood of fools, whereas a racoon would rather have some Cheetos.
Farrah pushed off of the window sill to walk around his darkened dorm room, letting a hand glide over his desk. A picture frame holding a photograph of his sister Moira sat towards the wall on the oak desk. Moira beamed a papery smile at Farrah, unjudging of his fate and his future. The Real Moira no longer smiled at Farrah in the same way she did 8 years ago.
Farrah walked over to his bed, sitting down with a padded 'thud'. He just sat there, looking at the photo, wondering if he could do something to make Moira look at him that way again. He scanned and scanned his thoughts for answers, but came up empty handed. He hung his head, and just sat there.
"You will understand me soon, Moira. I'll make you understand." a velvety voice cooed to the frame, a british accent weaving and slithering through each syllable, almost like a dance.
He continued to sit in the moonlight.
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